The excitement in his voice made it impossible to believe his older brother had just died tonight.
Evan Crowe leaned against the headboard, phone in hand, his expression just as placid. "Keep your voice down. Aaron Crowe has a vicious temper. If you say that out loud now, he'll send you to meet First Uncle Crowe in a heartbeat."
The excited look on Second Uncle Crowe's face instantly stiffened. He rubbed his nose sheepishly. "I know, I know. I just got carried away for a second. Don't worry, I know how to handle this.
I just don't know who did it. So classless, choosing the red wine cellar of all places. Got the floor all dirty for nothing."
Second Uncle Crowe shook his head again, his tone full of disapproval.
Evan Crowe ignored his father, his eyes glued to a photo on his phone. He even licked the corner of his lips, a look of possessive determination flashing in his eyes.
